 The horse with a beat of light, a cauldron of dust and a hockey hyosilver, the lone ranger. Companion Tottle, the dearling and resourceful mask-guider of the plains led the fight for law and order in the early western United States. Nowhere in the pages of history can one find a greater champion of justice. Returning with us now to those thrilling days of yesteryear, some out of the past come the thundering hoofbeat of the great horse Silver, the lone ranger of riots again. Get that railing, please. Hacking for the third time within a week. Work on the new railroad has moved forward steadily across the great western series without interruption. But when the rails were laid to within a mile of the town of Brockford, things really began to happen. After the Indians had been driven off, the foreman of the work crew talked to the men. At the third time the Indians had attacked and torn up the rails. For some reason they determined we won't make that last mile into rock. I get to work, start laying those rails again. Meantime I'm notifying the commandant officer at Fort Giles, 20 miles back along the railroad about these Indian raids. All right, let's get to work. Come on. A few days later at Fort Giles, the commanding officer, Major Bell, was talking to his captain at headquarters. That thing, the situation is a mighty take me from them. We felt sure that the railroad's trouble with the Indians was over. I know, sir. Supply trains have gone to the end of the line with additional construction supplies. Neither the trains nor the supplies have been bothered. But the minute the men start working that last mile into Rockford, the Indians attack. Thank you, sir. And what is this, sir? Tank Weaver, the Indians started here, sir. Tank Weaver. Yes, sir. Major, we'll see you later. Howdy, Major. What do you have to report, Weaver? A big band of Indians under Chief Blackhall. They came a couple of miles beyond Rockford. How many are they, do you know? Nine under a thousand or more braves, I'd say. Have you any idea why they become hostile after all this time? No telling what Indians will do, Major. Why they do it. Of course, if you have a large enough gas in here to force your men... No, no, I'd have orders to avoid open battle with the Indians. But smaller, I have only a small gas in here, only 200 men. Only 200? That's right. And I can't get reinforcements with least a month. If open warfare starts and the Indians learn how few men are here, it's going to be a good chance of taking the fort and whiting his head. Yeah. Looks like that last mile of track into Rockford just ain't going to be late for a long time to come then. Well, I have to fight them eventually, Major. Disconstruction on the railroad is to continue. I hope not. As this word to a public friend of mine asking him to get in touch with a certain man who might arrange a pow-wow with cheap black ox, then get the matter settled peacefully. I'm hoping that man will arrive here soon. He sure must be a right smart arm if he can do that. Who is he, Major? He's known as the lone rangers. Hey, I've heard of him. The Indians trust and respect him. I saw him in action once. He rode a magnificent white stallion and wore a black mask. He always traveled with an Indian companion. Must be a mighty interest in Andre. I assure you he is. Well, I hope he can do what you think he can. All right, back over to town. Keep you posted, Major. Very well, Weaver. I'll be back in a few days to make another report. Goodbye, Major. Goodbye. My afternoon, the lone ranger arrived at the fort in response to the message Major Bell had sent to the Potrayer permission. The masked man and the major lost no time in discussing the situation. I've never seen Chief Black Hawk, but I know him by reputation. What have you heard about him? That he's clever and alert and quick to take advantage of a favorable situation. I see. He has great respect for superior forces. It's best that he doesn't learn of the small garrison you have here at the fort. I agree with you, sir. His sudden interest in stopping construction on the railroad is strange. Yes, he expects me that way too. And I intend to find out what's behind it. Since you've never met Chief Black Hawk, wouldn't it be rather risky going to his village wearing that mask? Oh, I realize there is a certain amount of risk, Major, but I have a suggestion to make, sir. Of course. You'll be acting on behalf of the army. Why not go to see the chief disguised as one of my officers? It's a good day to let you have a uniform. Good suggestion, Major. I'll follow it. You may wish you every success with Chief Black Hawk, too. Thank you. If I'm successful in arranging a powwow, I'll let you know at once. Now, I'll go with you to get that uniform. We must do everything possible to settle the situation by peaceful means. New time, I hope we've heard a scowl to Donald Rockford. He entered the cafe and approached the heaviest man on the side of the table in the corner. Hello! How's the day? Well, eh? I'm not sure if you're going to thank me. Made the trip as quick as it could, Jerry. Yes, how's your make-up? Found out plenty at a fork. What are they planning to do? Listen, Harry, Major's scared of an open fire, as he has ordered to settle the situation peacefully. Yeah, they won't get any words of Chief Black Hawk, as long as I'm paying them off with rifles. Well, first, Chief Black Hawk has played along with it. Sure. As long as we can keep him doing just that, I'll be satisfied. The bed railroads pleaded as far as Rockford, my wagon, straight line won't be worth a nickel. But you can't hold it back for too long. I know. But it's held up another month. Some companies have been holding off waiting for the railroad who signed new agreements with me to hold their stuff. Look, have you ever heard of the road arranging? Sure, why? I haven't him come out here to try to fix things up with Black Hawk. With Black Hawk? You think you can do it? That mass robbery is known to have a way with the Indians. But if we manage to put him in wrong with Black Hawk and his braves, before the long rangers can get to him... How do you plan on doing that, Hank? With the help of our renegade Indian friend, Matisse Village. May I go? Yeah, may go. I'll meet him tonight, give him to eat a small hunting party of two-three Indians in the village. He'll walk in the hills in the morning. Yeah, then what? Let's go in the back room, or we won't be overheard. Come on, let's hear your voice. After leaving the port, the lone ranger rode to the outskirts of Rockford where he met Toto. Then they rode into the hills beyond town and picked camp for the night. The following morning, Toto started to town to get a few supplies. As he followed the trail toward Rockford, he suddenly ringed to a halt when he heard the shooting. Oh, Shufflefeller, come from around Bend in trail. From experience, Toto knew the value of caution. He glanced along quickly and noticing that a fairly deep arroyo ran along one side of the trail. He decided to ride into it and follow it around the bend to investigate the amount of scouts. Fighting scouts, Toto advanced cautiously along the arroyo. The heavy brush along the edge of the arroyo hit him from view. For a short distance, a heavy heard a voice call out. Hello, may go, let's go. Oh, Shufflefeller, oh, peering through the heavy brush, Toto saw three horsemen coming along the trail. He noticed that one of them was an Indian who had just caught up to the other two in answer for Hank's call. As the three of them passed along the trail close to him, Toto could hear what was being said. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. What does may go go back there for, Hank? I don't know. Why don't you go back, may go? Oh, oh, oh. He gets this from police forces. Looks like a medal sometimes. Yeah, that's right. I'm going to piece the road. Before it wears silver charm round neck. Now me wear silver charm. You know what good it is. Ready to wear silver charm someday. See big teeth. That's legend of crime. Hey, you can call for that to be in trouble. You better wear it under your tunic or it won't be seen. Uh, please do that. You better send may go back to the Indian village with news, Hank. Yeah. May go? Uh, tell Chief Black Hawk. You and the others were ambushed by a man spanned on a big white horse who was with an Indian. The others were shot, but you got away. Uh, me too. Meet us in town early this afternoon. Now tell you something else you can tell the Chief. Some news about the force. Uh, now may go right to Indian village. Ah! The lone ranger won't have a chance when he appears at the village after may go tell their story. Well, let's get back to town. Here, come on. He'll go find out what to do, and he'll go tell lone ranger. Get him up scout. Tahoe left the alroyo and rode a short distance up the trail. He saw three Indians on his grazing off to one side and the bodies of three Indians lying nearby. Tahoe quickly stopped and dismounted. Oh, sir. Oh, sir. Oh, inspection showed Tahoe that two of the Indians were dead. What he knows besides the third, Tahoe discovered he was still alive. The wounded Indian opened his eyes and toppled them over him. Then, with a weak effort, grabbed the knife on himself. Now you'll get away. No, wait, wait. You'll get put down there. You'll not kill. Please put me with knives. Oh, you'll not do that. Now, me cut knives. It's not good. Please put some great chief black horse to die. By hand of Potawatomi. You'll not kill. Please put this old knife away. You'll not kill. No, no. Me help you. You see men who do this, me not see. If not matter. Me fix wound and me get your pony. Take you back close to your village. You'll not be afraid. Me help. Please put. You help. Please put, not forget. Using his knowledge of first aid, Toddle bombed the Indian's wounds and helping him onto his pony road with flake towards the edge of the Indian village. Then at breakneck speed, Toddle raced back to the Lone Ranger's camp to tell what he had seen and heard. The Lone Ranger had already disguised his features and was preparing to put on the army jacket and cap the major had given him. He was greatly concerned about the news. So the Indian may go and the Indian village to report that you and I are responsible for the ambush? Ah. Indian Fleetfoot. Me help. Him, Black Hawk, son. Maybe Fleetfoot knows the truth. No, no. Me help Fleetfoot. Him not see who shoot at him. He will believe Meigle. What do the two white men look like? One dark, heavy set, other thin, ranger. Him have army saddle and bridle and army blanket. Maybe him army scout. I see. I know this is serious. I'll put my mask back on over this disguise and run to the fort. Ah. What you do at fort? I'll talk to Major Bell and try to find out about that army scout you mentioned. Our class may have to be clean. You have to hear something. Ah. The Indian will tell me. They cover to the quickly. Ah. The curtain falls on the first act of our Lone Ranger adventure. Before the next exciting scene, please permit us to pause for just a few moments. Yelling savages move in on all sides with situations being open. They're not good. They're heartless, ladies. Oh, they can. First, we put plenty back. Thank you, sir, Chief. Meigle has spoken with a crooked tone. Meigle tells truth. Chief Blackhawk have revenge. Now we tie on horses. Take the chief. Oh, no, they don't. Arriving at the Indian village, the Indians led their captives into a wigwam. Then after they were tied securely, they left by themselves, except for the stalwart Indian brave who stood guard at the entrance. It was dusk when the Lone Ranger and Tahoe were led from the wigwam to the center of the village. They were tied to stakes facing a big bonfire, whose white glow cast a weird shadow over the painted, saddest faces around them. The Lone Ranger knew his mask would be taken off and was relieved that he had disguised his features just before their capture. Tahoe glanced at the calm, steady expression on the face of the Lone Ranger. Here come Chief Blackhawk. Maybe I can make him listen to reason. Chief Blackhawk, come look on the faces of those who killed from ambush. The masked ones shall be uncovered so women can better enjoy seeing suffering the claims will bring. Await, oh great chief. Meigle has spoken with a terror disturbance. It is Masked One's word against Meigle. Meigle is of our tribe. He did not lie. And even now Fleetwood, son of Chief, comes to gaze on those who shot him down. It's Fleetwood's human power and bring him to look at us, making him help now. Fleetwood, come, oh Chief, my father, Fleetwood, may he help you today. Remember? For the water me he drowned. Him saved, please, for him not killed. Oh, my dear, oh, my dear! Oh, man, they cut us loose. They're cutting you, you son of... Fleetwood, huh? Masked man is friend. Him not suit, it may go. And to other men. Tell them, oh, Motherfader. Me more. Fleetwood, say him, give you your life. You friend in him. Father must die. Oh, no! Him, friend! They won't take our word. It's one of their tribesmen. Not good. He must be here. What do you mean, Fleetwood? Fleetwood, huh? What a silver charm. Those who try to kill Fleetwood take silver charm from next. Charm around, make a megal. Me see him put it there. Father Water may now talk with Fort Town. Oh, no, Chief, my father. Him friend. Him not talk Fleetwood with Fort Town. Bring megal. Megal, leave with many graves. Go to Fort. Get ready to battle Indians with many soldiers. That's not true. Why are they going to the Fort Chief Blackhawk? They don't tell Chief only a few soldiers at Fort. Him go kill soldiers. Take Fort now. Father, take a silver bullet from Blackhawk. Give it to the Chief. Ah. Ah. All right, give it to him. Chief Blackhawk, here. You take it. You give silver bullets. All right. It means you mask one of silver bullets. That's right. I was coming from the White Chief at the Fort to talk peace with you. It is not good to braze from Blackhawk's village going the war path against the Iron Horse. It is better that Great Chief keep the treaty of peace agreed upon some moons ago. White Chief of Fort wants to be friends. He asked for power out with Great Chief Blackhawk. Mask one speak wisely and well. Oh, tell him off. Tell him off. Yes, no time to lose. Chief Blackhawk, he must come to the Fort with us. He'll take long. May go and blaze there soon. If they wipe out the Fort, the Great White Father will send many soldiers. Chief Blackhawk and all of his people will suffer. He must have a long ride. May go have Dick Stark. That's true, but... Let us supply a train on the track one mile out of Rockford. We'll ride that. We'll take our horses and get there as soon as may go. No! Chief Blackhawk not ride Iron Horse. Iron Horse come to destroy all Indians. May go has lied well. The Iron Horse will not bother the Indians. You're not afraid? Chief Blackhawk, bravest of men. I'm going to ride the Iron Horse. I'm not afraid. Will you come? Chief, do what Masked One do. Hello, J. Malekka. Hello, Mabongo! He'll call up the horses and tell them to keep back our guns. Good. We must get to the Fort and event that massacre. The railroad is our only home. Accompanied by Chief Blackhawk and a few braves, the long range here in Tahoe rode to the point outside of town with a cracked end. A railroad supply train stood with steam up, ready for its return run back past the fort for more supplies. The train crew stood with drawn guns. Because of his officers' disguise the engineer and fireman listened as the long ranger explained the situation and enlisted the help. The chief looked on with misgiving. When the time came, he went aboard with the others and the train started. Two rangers had perquaded Chief Blackhawk to ride in the engine cab with him. The chief watched closely and flew back. When the fireman opened the glowing firebox he was about to throw in more wood. The fire and horse had mouths like fire guns. The fire in there makes the iron horse go. It's all that harmless. The chief sat by the wing, grasping the edge of the window for support. He turned and looked down at the ground, looking at a strange expression on his face. Once more, he spoke. Chief, sit down, do nothing, yet move like big men. The iron horse carries us at great speed, Chief. And when the engineer suddenly reached up he started... You're pretty angry! Easy, Chief Blackhawk. The iron horse isn't angry. It speaks to move livestock and people from its path. So they may not be harmed. No, no, no, no. That's good. As the train moved along, the chief gradually relaxed. The look on his grey face changed from distrust to wonderment. From wonderment to pleasure. But the climax to his great adventure came when the lone rangers indicated his hand on the throttle. He soon found that by a slight movement he could decrease or increase the engine's speed. Finally, his usually set features clapped into a smile as the chief spoke. Iron horse, not master of Blackhawk. Iron horse, too many of these. That's good. That heat's good. Now you've found out that the iron horse is nothing to be feared, Chief Blackhawk. It is good for the West. It is good for your people. No, no, we need them go faster. And so the journey was made during which the Indian chief became past friends with the iron horse. Chief Blackhawk was dealing with a smile of a conqueror. As with the help of the engineers, he applied the grace and found the brain coming to a stop. Now it's quick to find Magel. Blackhawk punished Magel for evil talk and much-plating against chief's good friends. Iron horse. Meanwhile, at the force, make sure that his blade is in a furious attack on Magel. As in expression, he's English, Captain. We can't hold out against somebody. I'd like to know how they thought out about how few troopers were cast in the air. You suppose that's what it is? This place must go astray. We give you clustered bullets. What's wrong with this sight, men? Closing in time! Hell, whatever it comes, we get down fighting. Looks to show that's what's going on. We get you, Magel. C'mon, c'mon! Best man, one who killed brave. Easy, silly silver. Open that tunic of yours. Look, Kimakabi. There's silver time. There's the tribal talisman. Magel has fun of serpents. Him kill his brothers. Him steal silver charm from Fleetwood. Him go back to village to die. Me not go back to die. Me kill thieves. Stop! You shoot bullet to knock Tomahawk from hand of Magel. You save life of Chief Black Hawk. No, no, no. You ride to the fort and take Magel with it. You tell us who the others are. Chief Black Hawk. Chief ready? Later at the fort, after finding that Hank and Jerry had been taken into custody along with Magel, the long range who returned the officer's jacket and cap and put on his mask and wiped some glare off. After a power with the Chief. The Magel spoke Chief Black Hawk. We have smoked the pepper peas. Those who spoke of pork turns the army scout and the stage owner will be punished by our lord. Magel will be turned over to you for tribal punishment. That's good. Him, enemy of Iron Horse. Well, everything you know, I'm sure you'll keep your blades for further attacks on the railroad. Iron Horse bring Chief to fort. I don't think you'll have any more trouble, major. Thanks, user. It was the silver tribal talisman that convinced the chief we spoke the truth. Chief Black Hawk, get new silver charm. A new one? Ah, fleet foot, get back round silver charm to wear. Chief Black Hawk, get charm that keep him brave. Strong. It's silver charm that bring peace. Me plenty proud to keep silver bullet charm. I'm sure that silver bullet and the talisman with great teeth may be proud of all these. Thanks, major. I'll send an escort with the chief to his village. Good. In that case, I shall leave. Adios. We've been fortunate, Chief Black Hawk, to have such a man as a nemesary to bring us together. Mask one, have wisdom from great spirit. In have strong muscle, spout heart from thunder god of Indians. In friend of white chief at fort, so may be friend of white chief. Mask one, say we have peace. Ah, that's good. May take braves from village. No longer will Indians fight the great iron oars. Well, Chief Black Hawk has spoken. The chief speaks with words of wisdom. The silver bullet is good medicine that has been given to you by the mask one. He is the chief. The chief speaks with words of wisdom. The silver bullet is good medicine that has been given to you by the mask one. He is the chief. He is the lone ranger. This is a feature of the lone ranger incorporated. Created by George W. Crenzel. Produced by Crenzel Campbell Enterprises. Directed by Charles D. Livingston. And edited by Fran Stryker. The part of the lone ranger is played by Brace Seamer.